“So this is where you were bound for!”
To Bob’s amazement, Barney spoke.
“Why didn’t you leave word that you were coming here?” he said, rather sharply. “We could all have come together.”
“We didn’t know you were on your way here,” said Langley.
“We thought you were chasing us,” Bob added.
“So I was. The watchman said you hopped but he didn’t say where to. I was coming over to confer with Mr. Wright, but I thought Lang and you, Bob, were joy-riding. So I signaled you to land and when you didn’t I decided to scare you into setting down—but it failed.”
He chuckled.
“I ought to know better than to think I could outfly Lang,” he said. “Well—if you’ve come with information, it’s all right. We can have a conference, all together.”
They did so, over the dinner. Lang listened to Bob’s recital of the latest developments about Griff, with growing anger, until he saw Barney’s face.
“Good boy, Bob,” commented Barney. “I’ve sort of had a notion in my head for some time about——”